Love In Toronto

I fight each day for love.
I get up each morning for the love of my family.
I have a man with whom I have been for many years.
I fight each day for him.
I have a young son, who I love more than life itself.
I fight each day for him.
I fight for the good days, without pain.
I fight for the bright sunny days.
I fight for peace in this world one day.
I fight because I have to for my family.

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